Who are you to condemn another's sin? He who condemns sin becomes part of it, espouses it.
What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!
The wish to pray is a prayer in itself.
You owe it to everyone you love to find pockets of tranquility in your busy world.
What does it matter, all is grace.
Hell, madame, is to love no longer.